After rebirth, Zha Gong begged me to love him [Rebirth]

The proprietress of Xingyun Inn saw all this in her eyes.

She sat by the window, watching the person whose life was passing by slowly, with a crystal teardrop overflowing from her eyes, "Oh!"

She sighed and stood up slowly, held up an umbrella, and walked to the frozen cripple and waited.

After another half an hour, the person lying on the ground had completely turned into a hard popsicle. She squatted down and said softly next to the cold corpse, "Let's go."

When he turned around, a green-faced ghost limped behind him, and the proprietress waited for him with an umbrella, and brushed the non-existent snowflakes on his shoulders with her hand before entering the door.

The interior of the Xingyun Inn was very warm, but the lonely wandering soul felt nothing. He sat on a chair in the center of the lobby, opposite to the proprietress, who put a bowl of soup in front of him.

"You are the 120 four guests of Xingyun Inn, and everyone who enters here is a person whose wish has not been fulfilled."

She passed the bowl of soup in front of her forward, "Drink it, the past and the past will be empty, you can enter reincarnation and live as a human being, or you can donate a precious thing, go back to the past and start a new life."

The green-faced ghost looked down at the soup in front of him, is the past all gone?If only I could forget all this...

He stretched out his hand slowly, stopping just before his fingers touched the soup bowl.

Then he stretched out the hand with the golden ring in front of the proprietress. He was unwilling after all. He still wanted to see his family again. Even if they betrayed him and that unpleasant woman, she wanted to see him again , Those people seem to have become insignificant dust in the long past. If he has the opportunity to meet again, it doesn't matter if he loses his sincerity?Anyway, that thing is already worthless.

Besides, he was more like meeting that person, His Royal Highness, he still has a lot of regrets that he hasn't made up for.

The proprietress sighed. Sure enough, everyone who had their wish unfulfilled had the same choice. She took back the bowl of soup that had never been sold before, and reached out to hold the golden ring.

"There is only one heart, are you sure you want to exchange it?"

The green-faced ghost nodded, the proprietress was not talking, her hand holding Jin Huan shone brightly, after the white light passed, Jin Huan completely disappeared, only a faint color appeared around his wrist and neck.

A white crack opened behind the green-faced ghost, and the proprietress saw a smile on his face, with clear eyes and a relaxed expression, and the look of broken heart and exhausted heart at first sight completely disappeared.

He turned around and stepped into the white light, shrouded in light, the proprietress seemed to hear the ghost say something faintly: ruthless, loveless, carefree.

She held up the hot heart and took a look in front of her, then walked into the room, which was empty and black, with many huge cabinets floating in it, she walked into one of them, opened the drawer, and put the heart in it Lock it up, take a pen and ink and write down the three words Wang Weizhi, then turn around and paste it...

When everything was over, the Xingyun Inn disappeared completely, and it seemed that the memories of people in the small town about it disappeared together.

In front of a dilapidated house, there was only a stiff corpse gradually covered by snow.

But soon, a group of people appeared out of nowhere, and the leader was graceful and luxurious. He rode a horse to the corpse and did not move for a long time.

He didn't dismount, and he didn't speak, and the people who followed didn't dare to show their breath.

Wen Xian felt terribly cold all over his body, and even felt numb in his actions. After a long time, he suddenly laughed and pointed at the corpse and cursed: "Wang Weizhi, you, mother, are you so weak and incompetent? Are you Didn't you forget what I said?"

"If you are on the run, I will kill the people you care about."

"Did you hear that! If you want to stop me, then get up, as long as you get up, I will let them go."

Wen Xian's reprimand gradually turned into pleading after facing Wang Weizhi's stiff corpse.

"As long as you get up, I'll let them go, okay?"

But how could that cold corpse give Wen Xian any reaction?The original ecstasy when Wang Weizhi's body was not found in the well, at this moment the wildfire that turned into a prairie fire burned his heart.

died?How did he die?The days before were obviously fine.

He fell down beside Wang Weizhi's body, not daring to touch him, because it was too cold, and he would be frozen together.

Those who followed him knelt behind him.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xian finally stood up, his expression regained his composure, and he stopped looking at Wang Weizhi's body, "You were the one who abandoned me first, and you were the one who didn't want me."

He forced himself to turn around and ordered, "Take his body and bury it on the hill behind after returning to Beijing. Those who defected first don't need to erect a monument."

This winter, it seemed to be extremely cold, Wen Xian was sitting in the bedroom, there was no attendant behind him, and there was a brazier that was burning brightly beside him.

Three days have passed since Wang Weizhi's body was found, and he has been staying in the bedroom for the past three days.

The snow falling in the sky was the same as last year. He sat in front of the door with a chair in his hand, and the heavy snow drifted in from time to time to caress his hair.

It seemed that for a moment, as long as he turned his head, Wang Weizhi was still there, but he didn't dare to turn his head. The body of that person was buried in the back mountain at will under his orders.

Taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Wen Xian vaguely remembered that when he first met Wang Weizhi, those lively cat eyes were the most attractive.

He remembered that night soaked by lake water, Wang Weizhi lay on his back, and they could clearly hear each other's heartbeat.

He still remembered, when Wang Weizhi said, "You are such a gentle person", the other party's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Those good memories turned out not to be gone, but to be hidden. Thinking about it now, that person turned into a cold corpse.

Suddenly thinking about that person so much, he put down his drink, stood up, and ran out under the surprised eyes of the guards outside the door.

The queen came looking for the sweet chicken soup, but there was no one in Wen Xian's bedroom. She asked the guard at the door, "Where is the emperor?"

The guards looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. The queen waited patiently. After a long time, one of them replied: "The emperor has gone to the back mountain..."

The woman held up an oiled paper umbrella, and the brocade grosgrain stepped into the snow, pushing the white snow out of a pit.

He walked back up the mountain step by step, and she finally stopped before the melted snow completely stained those small and delicate brocade shoes.

Because in the vast white snow, she saw the man she liked was kneeling in the snow without any image, those once slender fingers were frozen blue and white, a deep hole was dug out from the broken and messy snow at some point , from the pothole there is a hand half buried in the dirt.

The man who had made her have countless fantasies on the day of the ceremony was kneeling beside that hand, his frozen blue hands were holding him tightly, as if trying to grab something, his handsome face was full of pain , There seems to be a crystal light beside the long and narrow peach eyes.

Snowflakes fell and fell on the bright light, and were melted in an instant, drawing long wet marks on the cheeks.

The woman didn't know if he was crying, but at this moment she knew that she would never be able to get this man's heart, because perhaps his heart had already been buried with the person who was buried in the loess.

Looking up at the sky, the snowflakes were falling profusely on the land, she sighed faintly, and the woman left here alone holding an umbrella...

After Wen Xian came back from the back mountain that day, his expression calmed down a lot. There was only a hole that had been dug open on the lonely back mountain, but Wang Weizhi's body was nowhere to be found.

Later, some people who had seen it spread rumors that Lord Wang's body was hidden in the bedroom by Emperor Xian.

But the details of the matter are still unknown, because Emperor Xian ordered that no one is allowed to approach the bedroom without his permission.

It was also from that day that Emperor Xian stayed in the sleeping hall every day before he declared his concubines to sleep.

Civil and military officials wanted to advise, but Emperor Xian was diligent in government affairs and the Wen Dynasty was prosperous and stable, so there was no reason to advise.

A few days later, Emperor Xian sent a lot of money to find an incense stick. The aroma of this incense is overbearing at all times.

So the incense was burned day and night in Emperor Xian's bedroom.

This day Emperor Xian went to the early court, and he wondered if he was delayed in dealing with the courtiers in the court hall for a while, and when he returned to the bedroom, the incense had been dyed out.

There was no smell of incense in the entire dormitory, and there was a faint smell of decay.

Wen Xian's footsteps paused, and then he walked in faster. The big bed in his bedroom was covered with veils at some point, and the overlapping veils made it hard to see clearly, but a figure could be vaguely seen sitting beside the bed .

There were no attendants in the bedroom, and only Wen Xian's own footsteps could be heard in the empty space. He looked at the figure for a while, and there were inexplicable emotions surging in his sight.

"Are you waiting for me to come back? Why don't you change your posture? Don't you feel tired if you stay like this?" He murmured to himself, walked to the side of the sandalwood and lit it, very The rotten stench in the hall was quickly dispelled.

After finishing all this, he stepped forward and lifted the veil, and through the gap, he could vaguely see a young man with his eyes closed sitting quietly. The clues come.

Wen Xian stopped in front of him, raised his hand to touch the other's face, his tentacles were cold and stiff.

The young man still maintained the posture he had left when he left. This posture was deliberately played by Wen Xian, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seemingly noticing an inconspicuous spot on the young man's cheek, Wen Xian seemed a little panicked. He picked up a small brush from the small table beside him, dipped some of the powder on the side, and gently rubbed it on Sweeping over the spot, trying to cover the spot.

It's just that he is very light, but the young man with his eyes closed seems to be extraordinarily fragile. The soft brush just swept lightly, and the piece of skin fell off for some reason. No blood flowed out, but it was more bleak than blood flowing horizontally.

Wen Xian's hand paused, as if he was afraid that the young man would feel pain, he bent down and blew gently on the detached place, but while blowing, Wen Xian stopped, he approached the detached place and sniffed lightly, A faint stench that even incense could not cover up slowly wafted from the tip of the nose.

He suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground, his wrists trembling slightly, looking at the young man with a dazed look, but the young man maintained his original demeanor from beginning to end, like a bystander who had nothing to do with himself.

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